We fight like the grinding of tectonic plates,
each of us backed by mountains of righteousness
and words slapping like sea-driven water.
We love like the biology of animals,
fumbling through a labyrinth of roles and territories
without boundaries.
We fight like world-class boxers,
every blow a nasty calculation, until huffing and heavy,
we hold each other in an upward slump of confusion.
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